Micheal waits for his turn impatiently. He has over heard others talk about Hogwarts, but now it is his time to experience it first hand for himself. He allows his mind to wonder back the day he received his letter by owl. Although his mother is a muggle, his father is a wizard, and was more excited then he was. "What ever you do, make sure you enjoy yourself" he could still hear his father's voice say before he boarded the train at King's cross station. "and stay out of trouble!!!" he remembers his mother's plea. A smile forms on his face as he remembers the scene. He was known to be a little mischievous, but always out of fun.
His name is called, he slowly approaches the center of the room and jumps a little as he feels the hat come alive atop his head.
AAhhhhhh, you have a thirst for adventure, and a good heart. You have potential to be a good wizard, and you can prove yourself in...
Gryffindor!!!!!!!
A roar of cheers fills the room as Micheal goes to the gryffindor table, and is greeted by his new house mates.